Xiao Mu was taken aback.

At this moment, Zhou Xuanmen had already turned his head to look at the Divine Monarch Guobao and the Lord of the Nether River, smiling faintly: "Nether, Guobao, do you really think that Zhou, after living for fifty thousand years, would naively trust someone at first sight wholeheartedly?"

Both the Divine Monarch Guobao and the Lord of the Nether River were caught off guard by Zhou Xuanmen's sudden question, both stunned.

But immediately following, the Divine Monarch Guobao sneered: "Whether you believed or not, didn't you end up coming here? Zhou Xuanmen, the process is not important, what's important is the result. Surprisingly, after cultivating for tens of thousands of years, you still haven't grasped this."

The Lord of the Nether River, however, fell into hesitation, his brow furrowed as if pondering.

"You're right, the process is not important, what's important is the result," Zhou Xuanmen nodded with a smile, "But the result is that Zhou wouldn't prepare just one hand…"

Saying this, he suddenly raised his voice, eyes looking towards the Eastern sky, "Wu De, my friend, please show yourself."

"I was almost suffocating."

In the high sky, tens of miles away, a gray cloud suddenly changed, twisting into a five-colored Cloud Mist, and the voice of Wu De the Divine Monarch directly drifted out from the Cloud Mist.

Following that, the five-colored Cloud Mist swiftly flew towards this side, arriving near the confronting crowd in the blink of an eye.

Wu De the Divine Monarch, his beard disheveled, bare-chested, with a brown leather skirt around his waist, stood atop the five-colored Cloud Mist.

The faces of both Divine Monarch Guobao and the Lord of the Nether River immediately darkened.

"Senior Wu De, you've come."

Xiao Mu was overjoyed and genuinely had not anticipated that Wu De the Divine Monarch would appear at this moment.

The strength of Wu De the Divine Monarch was only higher, not lower than Zhou Xuanmen, and his appearance made everything safe.

With Wu De the Divine Monarch here, Xiao Mu was no longer worried about the horror of the Lord of the Nether River and Divine Monarch Guobao.

"Xiao boy, we haven't seen each other for months, and you've somehow turned into this," Wu De the Divine Monarch noticed Xiao Mu first, eyeing the Chains of Fate on Xiao Mu, yet no kind words came from his mouth, "Hmm, the speed of strength improvement isn't bad, but it's still far less compared to this old man."

Zhou Xuanmen ignored both Divine Monarch Guobao and the Lord of the Nether River, smiling as he explained to Xiao Mu, "Xiao Xiao, when you told me about Wu De, I contacted him right away. But to lure Guobao and Nether here, I specifically asked Wu De to hide in the shadows, appearing at the critical moment to avoid alerting Guobao and Nether."

"What about Wu Yang, the lord of the City of the Unjustly Dead? How did you arrange for him, senior?"

Xiao Mu was still curious about Wu Yang's appearance, wanting to find out how Wu Yang was arranged by Zhou Xuanmen.

"Heh!" Zhou Xuanmen's expression briefly showed a hint of embarrassment as he sidestepped the question. Regarding Wu Yang, he had indeed been deceived.

As the Lord of the Nether River said, the Power of Destiny is too strong, even a True God like him cannot escape the machinations of Fate.

Fortunately, Zhou Xuanmen didn't put all his eggs in one basket and kept in contact with Wu De the Divine Monarch while allying with Wu Yang, preventing any mishaps.

Considering the changes in the current situation, his caution was undoubtedly correct.

"Little Zhou, are these the two fellows you mentioned?" Wu De the Divine Monarch looked down on Guobao and the Nether with disdain, the five virtues circulating around him, his body continuously releasing streams of five-colored light.

"Wu De, my friend, they are indeed these two," Zhou Xuanmen nodded in response.

"Wu De, times have changed, it's not like the old days anymore," Divine Monarch Guobao retorted, staring intensely at Wu De.

"Alas, the times really have changed."

Wu De the Divine Monarch clasped his hands and sighed, "I, Wu De, am an equal to Bai Jing. If this were fifty thousand years ago, would such insolent brats dare to talk back to me?"

"Having not appeared for fifty thousand years, perhaps the world has forgotten my existence. Fortunately, I have returned."

He wasn't emitting a killing intent, just that while speaking, his gaze indifferently swept over Divine Monarch Guobao and the Lord of the Nether River.

Subconsciously, Divine Monarch Guobao and the Lord of the Nether River shifted their feet, their Cloud Mist slightly drifting backward with their movements.

Although the two of them spoke strongly, in their hearts they were still filled with reverence for Wu De. This divine monarch among the True Gods was notorious, and fifty thousand years ago could sit on an equal footing with the number one among True Gods, Lord of Bai's Mansion. Who dares to underestimate him?

If this divine monarch hadn't been trapped for fifty thousand years and lost his body, his fame would not have diminished, and Guobao and Lord of the Nether River wouldn't even have had the courage to face him directly. Fifty thousand years ago, just hearing his name was enough to scare them away.

"Zhou Xuanmen, what do you plan to do?"

Wu De looked down on Guobao and Lord of the Nether River as if they were mere insects, unconcerned with their movements, and turned his head to inquire Zhou Xuanmen.

Zhou Xuanmen appeared quite relaxed, "It's all up to you, my friend, whether it's a melee or one-on-one, today we shall capture and kill the two."

Lord of Nether River and Guobao changed their expressions again, unable to resist the urge to retreat once more, but Zhou Xuanmen and Wu De, one in front and one behind, simultaneously blocked their path forward and back, making it impossible for the two to advance or retreat.

Even because at the beginning, in order to besiege Zhou Xuanmen, Guobao and Lord of the Nether River deliberately approached Zhou Xuanmen to reduce the distance, making it difficult for them to escape at this moment.

"In my view, just fight and kill them, why bother with complications. But everything depends on you..." Wu De's eyes shimmered with divine light, his body radiating a five-colored aura.

These rays, each representing a type of virtue, with one earth-yellow Brilliance flying out from his body like an arrow and shooting into Xiao Mu's body.

Suddenly, an odd earth-yellow halo formed around Xiao Mu, the halo rippling as the space around Xiao Mu twisted and the courses were altered.

Crack!

The Power of Destiny that originally bound Xiao Mu suffered Misfortune, and the chains that firmly bound him suddenly inexplicably developed a gap, as if opened by a peculiar Key.

From then on, the Power of Destiny could no longer completely bind Xiao Mu's body, a trace of the supreme thought of the Heavenly Emperor seeped out from the gap.

Xiao Mu was delighted, starting to stir up the Emperor Authority, using the supreme thoughts to strike the gap in the Power of Destiny.

The gap widened more and more, like a breached dike, quickly being broken through by Xiao Mu.

Xiao Mu's body shuddered, the shadow above the Cloud Mist suddenly stood up, transforming into Xiao Mu's body, while the original body of Xiao Mu withered away, turning into a pile of Ashes.

Changeable Divine Technique!

As the Power of Destiny loosened, Xiao Mu utilized the Changeable Divine Technique to discard his old body and mold a new one, completely escaping from the shackles of the Power of Destiny.

Xiao Mu who had escaped from the Chains of Fate hastily retreated, hiding in a corner of Zhou Xuanmen's Curse Cloud.

Seeing Xiao Mu retreat, Zhou Xuanmen immediately raised his hand toward the Curse Cloud, cutting off a small corner.

As Zhou Xuanmen lightly waved his right hand outward, the Curse Cloud where Xiao Mu stood flew backward, moving away from the battlefield.

"Please Wu De, cover for me, Guobao, Lord of the Nether River, come out and fight me one-on-one!"

Zhou Xuanmen shouted deeply, with each utterance, gray-white Curse Power seeped from his mouth, this Curse Power transforming into arrows, with each word, a curse arrow flew out of Zhou Xuanmen's mouth.

In a brief moment, the nearby sky was filled with Curse Power, and the entire battlefield seemed to transform into an ocean of curses.

Zhou Xuanmen's figure suddenly grew taller, beneath his feet, the Curse Cloud suddenly piled up, and a Cursed Divine Cannon formed.

The gray-white Cursed Divine Cannon, coiled like a dragon, its deep muzzle aiming at both Guobao and Lord of the Nether River simultaneously.

Zhou Xuanmen's power had increased again, and the massive cannon muzzle like a terrifying Hell, ready to shoot out surging energies like an ocean.

Guobao and Lord of the Nether River simultaneously deeply changed expressions.

They had calculated Zhou Xuanmen only to find themselves outmaneuvered by him, and to make matters worse, they had drawn the Ancient Warrior, Wu De.

At this moment, the two were utterly desperate.

With their strength, even if they only faced Wu De alone, they had no assurance of victory, not to mention there was also Zhou Xuanmen here, in a single combat, Zhou Xuanmen's power was above either of them.

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